Letras
Y'all make it a cool place to come to work
Ha ha
A little thought-provoking music
Joey. Klass. Let's go
New York fame in the M-five
I bust in ya gate it's nothing, a hailstorm
You niggas know we gotta get it
Nigga what you in for
New York fame in the M-five
I bust in ya gate it's nothing, a hailstorm
You niggas know we gotta get it
Nigga what you in for
Whatcha in for
Browsing while I'm in store
Y'all is playing games
Witcha change
Don't try to flex more
You on the fourth floor
Playing Connect Four
Bored on the porch
Way up north
In Betty Ford
Don't write a check for
Ya ass when it's overdraft
I'm so ahead of the class
I'm thinking over cash
Rules
Yo I'm snoozing on you dudes
Ain't saying nothing new
Yet you claiming that it's news
Boo-hoo yeah the game's a little sad
Too many cooks in the kitchen
The chef's are overstaffed
My time to grind
I think a quarter past
With all this drive in my mind
I need a quart a gas
I gotta sorted past
Issues that I'm working through
Whatever you do in life
Do what works for you
I'm just a working dude
With a knack to rhyme
The beat is almost over
Yo I guess it's quitting time (I'm clocking out)
New York fame in the M-five
I bust in ya gate it's nothing, a hailstorm
You niggas know we gotta get it
Nigga what you in for
New York fame in the M-five
I bust in ya gate it's nothing, a hailstorm
You niggas know we gotta get it
Nigga what you in for
Top of the morning
Time to seize the day
Carpe diem
We run this town